Monthly Archives: June 2015

So I don’t know what the weather is like in your part of the world today, but it’s sticky and overcast here. All the downsides of humidity with none of the sunny benefits! But it’ll probably lash soon, because this is Ireland. Which leads me nicely into the concept of the cartoon marathon – for those washed-out rainy days or sick days when the couch and some quality vegging is required.

If you’re looking for some Netflix recommendations for cartoons that both you and the little ones can enjoy together – emphasis on the you, of course, because we all know that some of them can be PAINFUL. (Thomas, I’m looking at you) – then you’ve come to the right place! We are the connoisseurs of quality cartoonage in this house. Continue reading Top 5 Netflix cartoons for smallies on rainy days→

I am no longer surprised by the most ridiculous, perfectly normal, non-irritating things that can elicit a whine. The other day, there was ten minutes of whining because I accidentally put his underwear in the laundry basket when he wanted to do it himself. That example right there goes to show you that this is the most bullshitty behaviour ever. “I wanted to do my own dirty laundry“. Seriously like. Said nobody ever. Continue reading Jesus, the whining→

There’s a fine line between a mammy looking like she’s been dragged through a bush backwards and one radiating beauty and wellness. And that fine line is eight hours long and horizontally based. But of course the wisened amongst us know that what’s wonderful is rare. So that’s where make-up comes in. Sinead from Bumbles of Rice came up with a great idea to share the products we use that have us looking human on three hours sleep. There’s been some fantastic contributions so far and I’ve taken plenty of notes for future purchases. Now I’m throwing my hat into the ring with my contribution to the Barefaced Beauty and Make-up Magic linky. Continue reading Game face: looking human on three hours sleep→

Four whole books – with two days to spare. I was annoyed with myself then actually because in a fit of unbridled optimism, I had purchased a 3 for 2 book deal the day before we flew out but then left the biggest of the three – The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt – at home because I couldn’t justify such a heavy book in my luggage that wouldn’t be read. But I was wrong! I would have gobbled it up! Continue reading One woman book club – holiday reads→